Back in the day, there were gradations of domination. You could
own at Pokémon cards—long live the 90’s—or
tetherball or even, if you were really cool, handball. But what
really mattered was winning the mile. There was always that kid who
somehow finished five minutes ahead of you and filled your tiny
third grade heart with burning fury and pure awe. Kent was that
kid. “I started running in third grade,” he shares,
“because I was kind of nerdy and I needed to be good at
something.” He’s been running ever since. Kent’s
favorite run is Spooner Summit in Tahoe.